My eyes popped open this morning at 4:35 am. My bed was moving. Like shifting slightly back and forth. In comes Ethan (the lightest sleeper in the world).
I look out the window to make sure Jesus isn't summoning me.
I consider waking Shawn but it is futile...the man could sleep through an earthquake...
AND HE DID, PEOPLE!! I told Shawn this morning about my wee hour event and how I think I felt an earthquake. He pretended to believe me. Thanks, Babe.
He went down and checked the headlines in today's news on the w.w.w. and guess what? It WAS an earthquake. 5.2 on the Richter scale in Illinois. Yep.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Figuratively, of course, because of all the nicotine and cancer stuff.
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